A/N: Hello, sorry I forget to write something at the beginning of the last chapter, but I plan for this to be a four or five chapter series, and I'm still trying to figure out how I want this to go so suggestions are welcomed and appreciated. Also if you want to see anything just let me know and I'll try to include it :)
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"Where have you been?" Emma winced at the harshness of the woman's tone. She had been hoping to sneak in and at least clean herself up a little before facing her adoptive mother.
"I told you, I was with a friend," the young girl said, tossing her shoes on the pile beside the door. Everyone had long ago given up organization in this house.
"What was their name?" Great, an interrogation, she had only ever witnessed these before, never warranting one herself.
"Regina," she answered surely.
"Regina... ?"
"Mills. She's a junior, going to be a senior next year. She lives over by Mr. Gold," Emma explained, cringing at the look she received as she finished.
"She lives in that neighborhood? Emma you know most of them are rich stuck up snobs? And Mills? is she one of those Mills?" Louise asked as she went back to the dishes she had been doing.
"Yeah, I know, but Regina is different. She's smart and funny and nice and-"
"Oh my god you like her!"
"What, ah, no- I mean she's nice ana all but..." Emma couldn't think of a good excuse so she just stopped talking and leaned against the wall, hoping she could some how disappear.
"But nothing," the tall brunette accused, pointing a soapy finger at the girl. "You like her and she doesn't like you back."
"Actually she does," Emma corrected before she could stop the words from passing her lips. She immediately clapped a nail polished hand over har mouth, hey eyes growing wide as she realized what she had just said.
"Do you sleep with her?"
"No." Louise merely raised her eyebrows at the obvious lie. "Yes."
"Was she using you?" Now the look on the older woman's face was one of concern as she dried her hands and slowly stepped towards her faster daughter.
"No," Emma answered quickly, seeing where this conversation was going. "She's true. We're going on a date." Oh shit, the blond thought, I've said to much.
"Oh my gosh, we have to get you ready. We're going to dress you up all pretty. Ruby get up!" Louise yelled. Another half asleep teenager appeared a second later, her brown and red hair a tangled mess atop her head.
"Did you just get back?" she yawn, directing her question at her step-sister.
"Yeah," Emma nodded sheepishly. She could feel the blush rising in her cheeks as the other girl just stared at her.
"Nice," she said, a smile spreading across her face as she held up her fist. Emma's face grew a shade redder as she bumped fists with her best friend. "So, how was it?" the brunette asked with a yawn.
"What? the dance? It was pretty boring actually."
"No you nerd, the sex?"
"Ruby!" Emma exclaimed, eyeing the woman next to them.
"I'll leave if it makes you feel better," Louise said, holding up her hands in surrender to Ruby's she-won't-spill-cause-you're-here look.
"If you don't mind," the blond muttered, her blush fading slightly. "I will talk to you later though."
"I know, you've always been the good one." Ruby merely stuck her tongue out at that.
"So..." the brunette prompted when their step-mother had left.
"I need to change first," Emma said as she pushed off the wall and made her way to their shared bedroom.
"That's fine, you can clean and talk at the same time."
"Really? four times?" the older girl asked for what seemed like the hundredth time as she brushed newly clean blond hair.
"Why, is that a lot?" Emma asked, still unsure she hadn't dreamed up the whole thing.
"Well, no, but I'm just used to guys, and the whole one and done," Ruby said with a shrug before moving to sit in front of the other girl on her bed.
"That doesn't sound like much fun," the blond muttered, grabbing the small mirror off the bed side table to once again examine the marks on her neck and chest.
"Oh, sweetie, you have so much to learn though," Ruby said with a shake of her head. "But anyway, did you know she was gay?"
"I, ah, actually no," Emma said after a second thought. "Before last night I didn't really know much beyond her name and who she was in school."
"And now you know what she looks like naked," Ruby laughed, not stopping when the blond punched her in the arm. "I bet she's hot." Another punch.
Emma paused before saying shyly, "She is. And I have no idea why she likes me. I mean, she's gorgeous and smart and funny and sweet and did I say gorgeous?" Ruby smirked at her friend's little rant, waiting until she was finished before grabbing her shoulders and pulling her into a tight hug.
"You've fallen hard," the brunette murmured, and Emma merely nodded against her friend's shoulder.
"Hello?" Regina answered tucking her phone between her ear and her shoulder as continued making breakfast for herself.
"Oh good, you're alive," gasped Kathryn. Regina smirked at her friend's overdrmaticness, switching ears as she hoisted herself onto the counter. "You disappeared last night, where'd you go?"
"I headed out to the club house before we decided to skip out," the brunette answered with a shrug, taking a huge bite of her bagel.
"We?" Regina nearly choked. Shit, she thought, how am I going to explain this.
"I, ah, met somebody," she tried.
"Name, age, and level of hotness on a scale of one to ten."
"Sixteen, sixteen, and, um, her name is Emma." Regina tensed, waiting for her friend's reaction. There was a slight pause before the other girl's voice crackled over the line.
"I said on a scale of one to ten."
"That's it?" the brunette blurted out, unable to stop herself.
"Regina, honey, it's pretty obvious you've never been interested in the boys."
"What do you mean? You know what, no, get your ass over here because you have some explaining to do." Kathryn chuckled as the line went dead before hanging up and throwing on some clean clothes. She threw a note onto the counter, letting her family know where she was, before heading out the door to the house five doors down. She had barely lifted her hand to knock when the door was wrenched open and she felt herself being pulled inside.
"You are my best fucking friend," Regina growled, "I should have known you would figure it out." She turned and walked back into the empty house, glad her mother had decided that today was a early work day.
"Yeah, well you weren't exactly enthusiastic when it came to boy talk, and I see the way you look at some of those senior girls. Oh don't pretend you don't," she gave her friend a knowing look as they made their way up to her bedroom. "Besides, I could never see you trailing some guy around all day, laughing at his stupid jokes." That made the brunette chuckle.
"Why didn't you tell me you knew?" Regina asked as they sat down on her bed, well she sat on her bed while the other girl sat on the chair beside her, knowing what the cause of those messy sheets was, choosing instead to use it as a footrest.
"I wanted to wait until you were ready, you would tell me when the time was right. And obviously that is now, sooo, tell me about her," the blond demanded.
"Well, um, her name is Emma, she's sixteen, as of two months ago, and she's in our english class, and-"
"Wait, she's that Emma? The one who skipped a grade and has to be the biggest nerd in the world?"
"That may be, but she's also super sweet and nice and funny and have you ever slept with a nerd?" Regina said with a laugh.
"No," she answered, removing her feet and carefully tucking them under her.
"She out numbered me," Regina said with a sigh.
"Eww, I didn't need to know that part," Kathryn shook slightly, drawing further into her chair, though now she wasn't so sure that was a good idea. "Can we talk in another room?"
"Relax, we used the other chair," Regina waved her off. A silence lapsed over them, and Regina laid back on her pillows, grabbing the one behind her and hugging it to her chest, a dreamy look clouding her face.
Kathryn watched her friend for a second, seeing the truth that she had kept hidden for so long.
"You've fallen hard, haven't you?" she said finally.
"Yeah," the brunette muttered into what she had deemed to be Emma's pillow.